| [Just like last time it’s still a colony and still Mars. However this time all the lights are dimmed, even the suns light doesn’t appear as bright as it should be. The atmosphere is far from the gentle idealistic world it had been last time. The entire area seems a little darker, colder. Those whose wander it’s halls will discover many of the colonists, while they don’t speak, only give suspicious looks. And for the dreamer?
She’s much smaller but dressed in the same uniform as every other colonist. She’s curled up in a hallway, face buried in her knees. Her overly large sleeves are pushed up, a few small but bruises line her arms. Being a living experiment wasn’t always something she could live with and when she couldn’t? Those bruises are an example on how it was dealt with. On a better day. They wouldn’t last long but it was a reminder. Don’t act out. Don’t compromise the mission or colony. It’s a lesson that a child doesn’t always completely understand or know how to properly deal with. And so anyone who does notice the tiny bundle that is the dreamer might hear an occasional sniffle. She’s not upset. At least that’s what she can tell herself.] |
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